Promised Land

I'm leaving Norfolk, Virginia
California's on my mind
Got a Cadillac Greyhound, rolling through the Raleigh
Headed on across the Carolina

Stopped through Charleston, bypassed Rock Hill
Never was a minute late
We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
And rolling out of Georgia state
Had some motor trouble, it turned into a struggle
Halfway across Alabam'
But that Hound broke down and left us stranded
In downtown Birmingham

Right away I bought me a through train ticket
Right across Mississippi
On a lowland midnight flyer out of Birmingham
And swung it into New Orleans

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
And help me get to Houston town
There's some people there who care a little about me
And they won't let the poor boy down
Git, git, git

Soon as I'd bought, bought me this here suit
Put the luggage in my hand
Then I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land
Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would take us to the terminal gate
Set it down now

Swing low, sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone

Cut your engines and cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone

Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia
Tidewater four ten oh nine

Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy's on the line
Swing low, sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone

Cut your engines and cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia
Tidewater four ten oh nine

Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy's on the line
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy's on the line